Metz Darling wrote to us about a friend of hers, Brinn, and her furbabe, Sheba. Sheba loves her two legged subjects lavishly. Inexplicably, her majesty began torturing her furblings. Brinn has tried everything she knows to help Sheba but, sadly, nothing has worked and everyone is quite miserable. It's tearing her apart and Brinn has come to the difficult decision to rehome Sheba, both for Sheba's quality of life and that of her other furkids. You can read Sheba's whole story, and get to know her, over at Metz Darling.
Wisely, Brinn is spreading the word through our intertubes community... as we are folks likely to understand a kitteh with special needs and special love. So please, spread the word!
On the Home Front
I know it's been a while since the last post and I haven't been visiting (I miss you! But there aren't enough hours in the day right now!). Lotsa work - auditors arrive next week - and kitteh illness have kept me busy lately. Our matriarch, Winnie, has been diagnosed as hyperthyroid. Unfortunately, the pills made her throw up and the transdermal meds aren't quite right yet. She's taken to peeing and pooing inappropriately (and often!) - clearly to tell me she's not well. (I know, my honey, I know! We're trying!!) So, my focus has been on her - she's 16 and I've got that bit of fear since she's not responding to the meds as she should and she's still losing weight.
Sophie has been Winnie's companion during the day, since Win needs to be confined to an area she can't hurt with poo or pee when I'm not home. For some reason Win is good when I'm around and awake. The girls spend the night in the bedroom with me at night and, so far, Win has been good there, too. (But if she's allowed the run of the house at night, I wake up to a mess.)
Of course Annie, Bitty and Peggy Sue need extra attention, what with all the focus on Winnie and being banned from the bedroom at night. *sigh* I'm sure some of you may have experienced this side effect of an illness in the house - when one furbabe is getting extra attention, everyone else needs to be reassured they are loved, too.
Sophie is an accepted part of the household now and I need to start trying to get her out there as soon as things calm down. Frankly, the little one cuddling up with me, in that trusting, undemanding way that kittens have, has been a comfort and I'm getting attached. I'm conflicted... I can't keep every kitteh that passes through the doors but little Sophie is worming her way into my heart.